Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Yaz,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.